The color of dream was Blue
Dreams fulfilled. Prayers answered. Smiles,laughter,cheers all around. Extreme ecstasy. Drunk in happiness, delirious in joy. Am I exaggerating? Naah! I don't think so. It WAS a Night to Remember. When an entire nation which had, for weeks, held its breath, hands folded in prayer, fingers crossed in anticipation let out a triumphant roar. It was a sort of victory where every common man felt like an equal winner, everyone had the freedom to share in that indescribable feeling of having the world at their feet. True it would make no difference to their mundane daily existence, it would not swell their bank coffers by even a penny, but for a nation which thrives on passion and emotions (which sometimes borders on plain hysteria) it was the feeling that counted. The right to proudly proclaim "We are the best in the world", never mind that this 'world' comprised of only a motley group of twelve to fourteen cricket-playing nations. When each day's morning...